TBT || Cloverstar || App

GENERAL INFORMATION

Name: Peanut - Cloverpaw - Cloverfrost - Cloverstar
Nick name(s): N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 40 + moons
Theme Song(s): Nothing left to say by Imagine Dragons / The Harold song by KeSha
Voice actor: Scarlett Johansson (Actor of Black Widow)

CLAN INFORMATION

Clan: Skyclan
Rank: Leader
Apprentice: --
Past Mentor(s): Timberwhisper (Deceased)
Past Apprentice(s): Curlcall (PenguinEatsCarrots)
Lives: 7

Instinct
Trust
Empathy
Justice
Judgement
Persistance
Loyalty
Hope
Ferocity

PHYSICAL INFORMATION

Breed:

Brazillian Shorthair x American short hair x Chausie x Spangled cat

Body build:

| Slender - Rounded - Sturdy |

Fur Color:

Peanut brown or tan with ticked markings, dark spots along her back and on her thighs/shoulders, white toes, and a white creast on her chest.

Eye Color:

| Right eye is a deep sea blue with soft violet highlighting - Left eye is a deep forest green with olive hues. |

Physical deformation/scaring(s): Shreaded right ear, torn left ear - Scar running across her snout/nose - Deep slash scars forming a "V" shape on her neck

PERSONALITY

Positive - Neutral - Negative


. Devoted
- Cloverstar is a very faithful and true she-cat, despite her kitty-pet origins Cloverstar has proven countless times that she is a devoted leader and warrior of the clans, and it's very obvious that she takes great care to make sure that all who she loves and cares for needs have been met before her own.

. Thoughtful
- Attentive and considerate Cloverstar is actually a very kind hearted she-cat despite her rough exterior, she is sensitive to how others feel and can easily sympathize with others, and though she's not the best on outwardly showing kindness and/or affection she always does her best to make others happy even if it can be at the cost of her own happiness.

. Passionate
- Ever since Cloverstar was a small kitten she was very driven and passionate, with any task no matter how small or how large it may be Cloverstar pours her heart all into it. Sometimes her passion can cause her to become overly stubborn, so it can be very diffacult to dissuade her when her mind and heart are both set.

. Independent
- Even as a kitten Cloverstar has always had an independent spirit, she loves doing things her own way, and being self-reliant. The she-cat does tend to be stuborn when it comes to depending on others when she may need it, but many do admire her independence for it gives her a sense of strength and pride that makes her a very good leader and role model.

. Fair
- Despite her (sometimes) short temper Cloverstar has a very good head on her, she's a very reasonable and analitical, taking in both sides of an argument before she makes her choice on what she believes is the just decision. She takes pride in being the peace-maker when it comes to disputes, and often times she can easily resolve a matter where both parties are happy and/or content.

. Obsinate
- Cloverstar can be extreamly stuborn when she wants to be, when she's really set in her ways Cloverstar will flat out refuse to change her mind on an opinion or a chosen course of actions despite many attempts to persuade her to do so. Many times cats can find this part of her very overwhelming when dealing with her, since often times Cloverstar givse anything but an easy time when she's in a bad mood or being stuborn.

. Pessimistic
- With the courses of events in Cloverstars life she's slowly become more pessimistic and distrusting, often times she'll see the worst outcomes of a situation first before anything possitive pops into mind...Often times it'll have to be pointed out to her, or she's given enough time to think about the matter to see the good.

. Blunt
- Cloverstar is very blunt, if not sometimes crudely blunt. She does not like beating around the bush on a matter and will tell you exactly what she's thinking even in the most delicate of sitiations. So if ever asking her for advice or of anything really, brace yourself for a blunt answer.

PERSONAL INFORMATION

Family:

Father || Chris - Deceased - Cause of death: Age

Mother || Cinimon - Deceased - Cause of death: Age


Littermates || Biscut, Richy, Horton (All locations unknown)

Mate || N/A - Available (Not currently looking)

Offspring || --


Tid bits:

- Cloverstar has bi-colored eye

- Though of Kitty-pet origin Cloverstar has powerful and well built hind legs, one of the best climbers in her apprentice days.

- Eldest leader of the clans


Likes/Dislikes:

Likes ||

. Tree-climbing
. Long strolls
. Gazing at stars
. Hunting
. Basking in the sun


Dislikes ||

. Grief
. Forced/unable to do anything/feeling helpless
. Being in cramped spaces/places
. Betrayal


Sexual Information:

Orientation || Straight

Preference(s) || Due to her insistance that she won't find love Cloverstar doesn't think she has a type...But the type of tom that can get to her is one who is paitent, willing to comfort and able to know when she needs support even when she seems strong, since Cloverstar has a bad habit of hiding her pain behind a tough exterior.

RELATIONSHIP

(s):

Talked to
Friend
Good friend
Best friend
Friend for life
Crush/Attraction
bulletpink: Love - not confessed
Love/Mate
Family
Respect
Apprentice/mentor
Discomfort/Dislike
Loath/Despise
Death wish

Thunderclan:

--

Riverclan:

--

Windclan:

--

Shadowclan:

--

Skyclan:

. Blizzardheart:
- Blizzarheart...Was one of the bestest friends anyone could of asked for, he was paitent, and kind, and had the bravest heart of any warrior I'd ever known and...And...It pains me that he was striken down before his time by such a thing like the Scale plauge. I miss you...I-I...I love you.

. Curlcall:
- My former apprentice, though I only trained him during his final moons of training after he'd lost so many before hand it was...Rather enjoyable watching him grow and fianlly gain the skills he needed to make his clan proud. He certainly makes me proud...He's more like the son to me I have never had.

.Jackalflight:
- A good tom, shame he had to pass...He died a warriors death.

. Wildstorm:
- A strong, loyal tom, a wise choice I made for a deputy...I'm glad I can have him by my side so that I can finally take off some of the responcibillity I've taken for the clan what with the constant changing of a deputy in the past.


Outside the Clans:

HISTORY

. Before birth

The story of Cloverstars orgins begin of course with her parents. Chris was a big burely golden furred ginger tabby who contently lived with his owners just on the outskirts of the clan territory, often times staring out at the foreboading lands rumored to have wild felines roaming the lands, wondering if the stories told by nerihborhood cats who were foolish enough to venture in were true...It was just on one very sunny evening as he sat perched up on the brick fencing of his owners back yard did he notice some strange comotion at the front yard of the large two leg nest next door to his. Curious as any feline Chris wandered up to the front yard to see what was up, it was just as he sat there beside a bush did he notice one the new two legs who were moving in next door bring out a familiar looking box that his owners had put him in multiple times before.
The two leg placed the box down and leaned over to undo the gate, and after a minute a smaller but beautiful spotted feline genrly padded out of the carrier.
The instant Chris laid his eyes on Cinimon he was smitten, he waited until she had explored to the backyard before he leaped atop the fence and first began to talk to her.
She was a sweet she-cat, and the two got along nearly instantly.

It didn't take very long for the two cats to finally fall completely in love with one another, and as one would expect, it wasn't too long after that did the families get a pleasent surprise that Cinimon was pregnant with kittens! And with the tender love and care from Cinimons owners she gave birth to four healthy kittens and one of them was a cute little gal named, you guessed it, Peanut.

. Kithood

From the very begining Peanut was an adventours and independent spirit, always doing everything her own way; though she was the smallest kitten of her litter she was full of the most piss and spit. As Peanut grew older her mother could sense that she would not be content with being an indoor cat, and boy was she right.
On their first outing outside Peanut was first to take the new surroundings in stride, exploring and getting into every little nook and cranney she could in the back yard, never before had she felt so happy then to play outside and lounge about in the warm daylight sun. She never liked it though when her mother would have to herd her back inside along with her siblings.

It was one fateful evening while Peanut was off on her own sneaking through the shrubs of her backyard did she stumble upon a broken portion of wood on the large white fencing to her backyard, once peeking out of it Peanut was awe struck from the large expance of woods that had laid behind her home, all this time there was such an amazing place to explore and she never knew!? Suddenly overcome with eager excitement she barely hesitaited to slip out then run on over into the woods.
With a bright eager smile spread across her face Peanut happily pranced around the new territory, running around shrubs and chasing any little animal she spotted; all the while blissfully unaware that she was being closely watched.
Meanwhile back at her home her mother had just rounded up her three kittens, but took pause when she didn't spy Peanut with the group. "Oh not again..." Cinimon mumbled to herself, she sighed gently and nosed her kittens inside through the cat door before she padded into the yard. "Peanut? Peanut come on now it's time to go inside." Cinimon gently called as she peared into every nook and cranney that she knew her daughter had always managed to hide herself in the past. It was just after searching through every single spot possible that she knew her rambuctious kitten adored to hide in and not being able to find her did Cinimon begin to panic. "Peanut? Peanut!? Honey this isn't funny anymore, come on, Momma's not playing anymore." Cinimon paced along the shrubs, trying to spot her daughter but the desprate attempt was fruitless.
Chris had taken notice of his mates distressed sounding mews from his perch atop the table in his yard, from what he could hear his mate sounded worried beyond belief. So he came over to her side of the yard and called from atop the fence. "Cinimon what's the matter?" He asked, his mate looked up at him with a pitiful look. "I-It's peanut, I-I can't find her anywhere...! She's not in any h-hiding place I know her to be in a-and." She stopped and closed her eyes, Chris frowned and sat beside her to curl his thick furred tail around her. "S-She's not in your yard is she?" Cinimon asked hopefully, but that hope was dashed the instant Chris frowned and shock his head. "There's no way she can may it over the fence, she's too small."
But with that said, something dawned on Cinimon. "But...What about under the fence?" She asked, causing a look of dread come across Chris's face. Both parents got up and quickly went over to the fence, looking all along it for a hole small enough for a kitten to fit through.
Chris was still busy looking when suddenly he heard his mate wail in distress; causing him to quickly rush to her side. Once he met up with her she was sitting beside a small gap along the white fencing looking comepltely distraught. "S-She must of slipped through, I-I can't t-think of any other reason wh-why she's missing now...Oh Chris she'll die out there! She's so small!" Cinimon wailed again before laying down and covering her face with her two paws.
Chris frowned and walked over to nose her gently then brush his cheek against her side. "Shh...I'll go looking for her, I won't come back until I find her...Please go back inside, for the kittens we still have." Chris urged as gently as he could, Cinimon looked up with sad green eyes before reluctantly getting up and leaving to head back inside. Chris watched her and waited until the cat door shut completely before hopping atop the fence then heading on into the woods himself.

Chris had gone much deeper into the woods then he ever imagined he'd have to go, his little daughter had made some serious ground in the short time she'd been missing...He hoped desprately that she was okay. With his nose put to the ground Chris carefully followed the scent, but he needent have to follow it for much longer when he heard a sudden tiny wail of terror off in the distance and what sounded like hissing. His heart leaped into his chest as he recognized the small cry as his daughters. "Peanut!" He cried out, bolting off without any hesitation in the dirrection of the sound
When he had burst through the clearing he growled ferociously at the sight of a younger cat looming over his small daughter and didn't hesitate to bash his head against the side of the cat to knock him to the side. "You leave my daughter alone!" He growled, his little daughter squeaking in surprise. "Daddy!?"
After a short scuffle the smaller cat had fled, Chris growled before his head whirled around to his daughter. "Honey, are you alrught? Oh me and your mother were worried sick!" He said as he picked Peanut up by her scruff. "You were? A-Am I in trouble?" She asked meekly. "O- ourse!" Chris said through a mouthfull of kitten fur. "Don' ru- aw-y like tha-!"
After they had safely returned home, Cinimon was extreamly relieved to have her daughter safely with her again, but of course she had to punish her daughter for escaping from the yard. And the best thing she could think of was to have her daughter stay inside. Which of course crushed her little daughters heart...

. Apprenticeship

Moons passed and Peanut had become extreamly restless stuck inside the confines of her home, her heart ached to be outside again, to feel the crinkle of grass below her toes, to feel the breeze again in her fur...There was just nothing that could replace that sensation to her.
She was misrable enough stuck inside, but what made it worse was when she found out that she and her siblings would be sent to new humans, and who knows who would take her in. For all she knew she'd never see the forest again...! She's heard from her mother that there are two leg nests just made of stone and clod metal, that sounded just absolutely dreadful to her.
Peanut had broded for a long time over it, and made sure to hide somewhere in the home whenever humans came to look at them...

It was just when she was the last kitten left in the home did Peanut finally feel fed up with living like she was, she'd dreamed for moons on living wild and free like the wild cats her father told her about, that she saw for herself! So in the middle of one night Peanut walked up to her mother who slept contently in her bed, rubbing herself gently against her sleeping form. "Bye mom...I hope you won't miss me too much..." She whispered gently, lapping her tongue over her mothers cheek.
Walking over to the screen door that lead to the back yard Peanut began to paw at it, it seemed like it could give way so she tried a little harder, but just preasure didn't seem like it'd do it. She pinned her ears back before finally deciding to use her claws, reaching forward she began to claw and scratch at the screen door until she was positive that she had made a tear wide enough for her to squeeze through. Wriggling her body through the hole Peanut bolted out through the yard and leaped atop the back yards fence. "I'm free!" She couldn't help but to say in delight, a smile spread wide across her face.
That smile only lasted a few minutes though, she looked back at the home she'd known all her life and stared for a long moment...She was really going to do this...Inhaling and bracing up her nerves for whatever was to come Peanut turned and leaped down below onto the ground.

After wondering around for hours Peanut was finally forced to take shelter under the cover of some rocks, exhausted and cold. She curled herself into a ball and let her eyes flutter shut and almost instantly sleep gripped her very being and she was out like a light.
When mourning came though she was rudely awaken by a paw jabbing at her side, she complained at first but when she heard a voice sharply tell her to wake up Peanut woke with a start when she realized it was a cat. In fact it was a whole group of them, terrified Peanut pressed herself against the wall. "Hey, Kitty-pet, get off our territory." The tom who'd so rudely woken her said, Peanut looked up at him and she had noticed he was a much older cat. And the others in the group consisted of a young white tabby tom and a black apprentice.  
"Hey, I told you to beat it." The old toms voice brought her attention back to reality and she swallowed a lump in her throat before she shock her head no vigorously. "No? listen kit, you may be young but we won't hesitate to chase you away, this is Skyclan territory." The tom said with a his underlying his tone of voice. Though she was trembling with fear Peanut stood up and shock her head no again. "N-No! I don't want to go!" The tom hissed. "This is your last warn-" "I want to be like you!" She suddenly blurted out, catching all three cats off guard. "What?" All three seemed to say at once.
Kneading her paws nervously Peanut looked between them all. "I-I want to be like you! I-I want to be a wild cat! I want to hunt, I want to live free and have the grass under my paws, the wind in my fur, and look at everything from the top of the highest of branches! Please!?"
All three cats looked at eachoter confused and doubtful. "Listen kit a kitty-pet like you couldn't handle the wild!" The smaller black cat said with an indigent snort. "I can to!" Peanut retorted. "I've beenn out here before! and I was only a little kitten then to! I did just fine." She said with a snort. Both young cats bristled but the white tabby tom flicked his tail for them to quit it. "Come on Bushwhisker, maybe we should give her a chance...?" The white tom said, making the older tom frown. "I don't know Blizzardheart..." The white tom glanced at her. "It couldn't hurt, Skyclan's always been on the small side and she looks young enough to be an apprentice...Why don't we let the leader decide?"
Sighing heavily the older tom eventually nodded reluctantly. "Fine...If she can keep up with us I suppose so."
Delighted Peanut gave the white tabby a greatful smile before she began to follow the group back to wherever the wild cats lived.

Peanut was taken back to camp and after much consideration from the Skyclan leader it was eventually decided that under Timberwhisper's dutiful watch that she would be accepted into the clan as an apprentice. There were mixed feelings about an outsider suddenly joining the clan but Peanut was just too caught up in her own giddy delight to notice it as she was given a proper apprentice name.

"From hear on, you shall be now know as...Cloverpaw."

. Warriorhood

Cloverpaw's apprenticeship was not an easy one, she had proven herself well, but not without having to give an extra 110% above the other apprentices. It of course stung Cloverpaw's pride when she had to remain an apprentice longer then most cats had to typically, but after some comforting words from her mentor Timberwhisper Cloverpaw had regained her confidence and kept pressing forward with her training.
It was just after a scrap with a rogue tom that she had handled all on her own during her assesment did the leader of Skyclan finally decide that Cloverpaw was plenty deserving of a warrior name.
So on the day of the first light snow of Leaf-Bare Barkstar called his clan to gather around Cloverpaw.
"I, Barkstar, leader of Skyclan, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn." The words sent chills down Cloverpaw's spine, so many times had she heard these words before and dreamed of the day her own ears would be graced with them. Barkstars dark brown eyes looked down at her. "Cloverpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend your Clan, even at the cost of your life?" He asked in a deep tone, she didn't hesistate a second to reply with. "I do." A crack of a smile came across Barkstar's expression. "Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Cloverpaw, from this moment you will be known as Cloverfrost. StarClan honors your determination and ferocity, and we welcome you as a full warrior of Skyclan." Many cats behind her began to chant her name and Cloverfrost looked at them all with a happy expression on her face, this was it! This is all she could of ever wanted! She was finally a warrior!

As the season passed Cloverfrost gradually began to gain respect and admiration from her clan mates; even from a few who once disliked her for being a kitty pet. Cloverfrost never stopped working and still gave her 110% to the clan, she'd even begun to gain respect from cats in other clans as a nobel feline who would always find a peaceful solution to border scraps, and always keep a possitive outlook towards cats who'd typically consider an enemy.  
It was just when the deputy of the clan unexpectedly died after a bad accident did something happen that Cloverfrost never imagined possible.
On the mourning after the death of the deputy Barkstar walked atop his perch from where he oversaw the clan and was silent for a moment before he spoke up. "I say these words before StarClan, so that the spirit of Blackwhisker may hear and approve of my choice...The new deputy of Skyclan shall be...Cloverfrost!"
It took a second for it to register that Barkstar had actually said her name, Cloverfrost looked up shocked for a moment before she swallowed a thick lump in her throat. Barkstar looked at her dirrectly. "Do you accept your new duty?" Cloverfrost was quiet for a moment before she straigtened her back and held her head high. "Of course Barkstar, I'd be honored." She dipped her head to her leader, missing the smile of relief on his face.

. Leadership

Barkstar had been an aging tom and eventually lost his final life from being at a ripe old age, thus dubbing Cloverstar as the new leader of Skyclan. The role was sudden for the young she-cat but she took to the role with stride, leading her clan well for the first season of her leadership.

It was just one fateful season did Cloverstar's reign begin to take a drastic turn...
Leaders began to drop and die like flies
Deputies as well
Then warriors began to fall ill with a retched disease that formed scaley patches on their skin, cats would bald and the blisters would constantly bleed, and eventually the infection would just kill the cat. An all around painful death...And one Cloverstar experianced herself at a time, she was just lucky that she had more then one life.

With all the events going on around her Cloverstar began to feel like her world was crumbling down slowly around her, she'd begun to get extreamly paranoid that death itself was waiting to sink it's icy claws into her very soul and rip it out like it had so many other leaders around her. She would pace, she would busy herself constantly with her duties and became extreamly protective of her clan, even temporarily banning cats from leaving the camp on free whim and would only allow them to go out when it was to hunt or to patrol, or even to train.
It was getting to the point where Cloverstar would be so consumed with thought and worry that she couldn't bring herself to eat or sleep much.

One cool evening as she sat atop the Leaders perch Blizzardheart had hesitantly approached her, snapping Cloverstar out of her trance, the tom invited her out to go on a walk to clear her mind since she hadn't been out of camp since the whole ordeal with the dying leaders began. Hesitantly Cloverstar agreed to go with him, for most of the walk it was awkward and silent but after some gentle proading by Blizzardheart Cloverstar finally began to vent her worries and concerns to the tom cat, ones so personal she'd never dare to share with her deputy at the time Vistagaze.
With the toms kind and paitent understanding Cloverstar could feel herself begin to relax and ease out of her paranoia, and she had begun to allow herself to grow close to the tom cat. However fate had decided that she couldn't get the happiness she had been so close to recieving, with the scale plauge hitting it's full swing it finally took it's hold on the white tabby tom cat; causing him to become extreamly ill and eventually claimed his life.
Cloverstar was devistated upon reciving the news, she had imediately gone to the medicine den, disredarding the dangers of the sickness as she found the sickly toms dead body in the den. Now mind you Cloverstar is very talented in disgusing her grief, but that was the one time she couldn't hide it. She broke down crying and laid herself beside the toms body, burrying her face against his fur as she sobbed and pleaded quietly for starclan to give him back.
This one night Cloverstar will never speak of to anyone for she fears that the pain of that night will cause her to break once again.

RP EXAMPLE

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(From skype Rp with Meap)

Lately in the clans things had been unsettling a young gentle peanut brown she-cat, the deaths of the three leaders had her worried about what could happen to herself even if she as a leader still had all nine of her lives, now the waters appeared to be rising a little and so many dead fish and frogs were washing up. That worried her very much; the dead creatures could cause disease for her clan considering a little stream ran through the Skyclan camp.
Cloverstar had also been unsettled by the fact that she had been having strange dreams, nightmares more like it, she couldn’t tell if it was Starclan attempting to warn her or her own consciousness foreboding something for the future of her clan…or herself.
So to possibly clear her mind of her worries and concerns the young leader had snuck off in the dark night without her Medicine cat to go to the Moonstone and contact her ancestors and hopefully get some advice from them since they had been silent to her for the past few moons.
The young leader was just approaching the boarder of her clans territory, which was a ways away from camp considering Skyclan was furthest from the clans borders, and she felt the need to rest overcome her so she took a seat by a stone and sighed to only find herself looking up at the twinkling stars longingly, as if looking for an answer to come crashing down at her and settle her concerns.

(Rp between NekoMellow For Sanctuary Acadamey)

Boris hummed before he shock his head a little "It would be to anyone else, I mean I'm proud of my family and stuff just..." He looked down at his can and rubbed it with his thumbs a bit before heed. "And I love them to an' stuff...I just..." He shock his head. "It's nothing, never mind, It's too personal..."
For a moment Boris had walked over to grab a photo left on the fire place from his family, he, his mother and father we all in the photo together.
Boris's father was a big burly stern tom, his fur scruffy and brown much like Boris's own, his mother though looked much gentler and happier, she herself was a little bit 'round' in the tummy area but that was left over weight from her pregnancy as she held a cute puff ball of a baby who as you could guess was Boris...Who was a cute little rollie pollie of a baby.
He sighed before he set it back on the fire place before returning back to the couch.
Truth be told the speckled tom cat felt like a failure compared to the rest of his family, he was just a porky softy who was also gay to boot to.
It'd be weird to start sharing his deepest darkest concerns and insecurities first thing, so the speckled tom cat refrained from doing so.
Sighing softly he stood for a moment so he could take off his school sweater, grunting as he struggled for a moment to get it over his head, then sighing as he tossed it into a laundry bin near by.
Boris then fixed his green ruffled up and ridden up shirt a bit before looking back at Derek. "Uh, anyway...H-How about we talk about less personal things? I don't know, interests, likes, hobbies...That kind of stuff..." Boris suggested with a slight shrug of his shoulders, gesturing for Derek to take a seat if he liked.